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One of my sister-in-laws (who I once called a fat cunt), and one studio rep who shall remain nameless. That's about it...the two of them keep enough fuel on the fire so I don't have to hate anyone else.

Non-person specific hatred: the sound of birds before I go to sleep, my alarm clock, people who don't use turn signals, people who cut me off in traffic only to drive below the speed limit, Kate Gosselin (not a person), my old cell phone, Mondays.

I know I'm missing some...I'll be back later...this is somewhat therapeutic.



Ohhh the sound of birds.... And I don't mean mouthy Brit whores in this case. That reminds me of the good ole days before I got married. The bars in VT close at 2 so we'd grab the girls at around 1:30 and fucken rock it to the nearest NY bar. A 40 mile drive in about 25 minutes. Party till 4, drive home, drop off the friends and just be hitting it when those fucken birds started singing. Not that hitting it was the bad thing but the sound of the birds always made me think about how fucken wasted and gone that new day was.

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